If Jian Chu could listen to him, he would be sorry for the several cocktails he drank today.

"I'm going to take a shower!"

The girl's tail note is very long, with a somewhat aggrieved tone, like a little paw, tickling people's hearts.

And his hand was not limited to pulling Feng Yichen, but directly hugged the man's leg, and he seemed to be swaying back and forth.

The slender, white arm slashed the inner thigh several times.

Feng Yichen felt that he was going crazy.

I'm going crazy to be tortured by this little thing!

"!" Feng Yichen let out a low curse from his throat.

Raising his hand, he broke the hand that was holding his leg, then turned around and picked up the little man.

One hand wrapped around her waist, her eyes were dark as ink, and her voice was low: "Want to take a bath?" ”

Jian Chu nodded with a smile.

The man's eyes narrowed a little, and his voice became more and more low and tempting: "How can you wash it if you can't stand up in battle?" ”

Jian Chu blinked his big blank eyes, a little difficult to understand.

The man's head moved a little closer, and the warm breath sprayed on her cheeks, with a bit of heat.

"I'll wash it for you?"

Although Jian Chu was a little confused, he didn't lose his mind, but he was a little sluggish and stupid.

"No, I'll wash it myself." Jian Chu blushed, trying to break free from his embrace.

Feng Yichen snorted: "I don't know if I'm really drunk, I'm pretending to be drunk." ”

Hearing the man's words, Jian Chu snorted and muttered in a low voice: "Of course I'm not drunk." ”

With a bit of childishness, soft and glutinous.

Feng Yichen lowered his head, and saw the girl pouting, a little unhappy.

Sakura's lips were dyed a little sparkling because of the action of biting her lower lip just now.

The man's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he stared at the lips tightly, a little nervous.

When she asked her before ringing, her resistant look, Feng Yichen suddenly picked her up, turned around, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Holding her in her arms, the girl sat across, kneeling with two long slender legs that had nowhere to place.

"Huh?" At this turn, Jian Chu was a little dizzy, hugged Feng Yichen's neck, leaned on his arms, and wrinkled his eyebrows in an uncomfortable manner.

"Jian Chu, look up."

Jane Chu said, 'Huh?' With a sigh, he raised his head and stared at the man in front of him with a little blankness.

The corners of Feng Yichen's mouth were slightly hooked, and his voice became more and more mellow and bewitching.

"Am I good-looking?" Listening to the man's words, Jian Chu was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the man's face.

A pair of eyes, gradually a little confused and amazed, nodded blankly: "Good-looking." ”

The corners of Feng Yichen's mouth curled a little deeper, lowered his head, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of her nose.

"I'm so good-looking, do you like me?"

The man's words were very soft and low, like the whispers of demons, with the ability to bewitch and charm the mind.

Jian Chu swallowed his saliva, only to feel that his throat was dry, and his eyes stared directly at the enlarged face in front of him.

Even because the distance is too close, I can't see the whole face of a real man, but those eyes are extraordinarily clear.

"Happy, I like ......" staring at those eyes, Jian Chu said that he liked it in a daze.

Even if he knew that she was drunk, but when he heard this liking, Feng Yichen still couldn't help stiffening his body, holding the girl's arms and tightening them hard, and his emotions fluctuated a little......

"Jian Chu, say it again." The man's eyes narrowed, and his voice was very low.

Jian Chu tilted his head, looked at the man in front of him, suddenly grinned, and hugged the man's neck and pulled it closer.

"I like you!"